This is going to be fun.
Wikipedia defines an existential crisis as a moment in which an individual questions the very foundation of their life: whether this life has any meaning, purpose, or value.
Personally, think this is just what they call being alive and breathing oxygen.
I first learned about existentialism in my freshman year college, and it’s taken, oh, a good 14 years to fully understand it on a dizzying, punch-in-the-gut level. And yet, there’s something comforting in knowing that we’re all in this together.
My current ongoing crisis involves upset towards loved ones, and then realizing that the more time spent divided is less time together. That there really is no good reason to be divided if one day, the heavy hammer of time will make that decision for us at some point.
And yet, sometimes there is a good reason to experience divide. Some people act like assholes, without apology. Sometimes, you’re the asshole. Everyone has the ability to take advantage, to not communicate, to be mean-spirited and hurtful. Sometimes there is absolutely a very good reason to be upset.
But at what point do we cut out the festering part of the wound and try to heal, at the risk of death by sepsis? At what point do we say, “hey, I need help”?
At what point do we communicate what’s happening at the risk of it being too late, forever?
I told you this would be fun. Trust me, there will be more.
Feel free to @ me on Twitter if you want to let me know what’s up — like I said, we’re all in this together.